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Was it her memory or just her dream?

"Yo y tú. , Tú y yo, No dirás que no, No dirás que no."

As she sang she danced circling him, feet in the warm sand hands first pointing at herself and then him and with the music shaking her fingers in a "no".

He had resisted her for 40 days and forty nights.   But she was sixteen and possessing a full figure of feminine seductiveness and intution  and despite a lack of experience an intuitive ability to know that the most desireable woman to a man, is a woman that has through sight and sound and touch has filled herself with desire for him.  And for 40 days since that first afternoon "hola" in the cafe he had returned each day for coffee through closing time and they would walk the cobblestone streets filled with caribean colors and latin rythms, while he spoke to her in English so that she could learn the language of what to her was an exotic fairy land, but was in fact less than a day by sea or an hour by aeroplane.

And to her, he was as exotic as that land full of tall, blue eyed,  english speaking gentlemen with manners, sophistication and elegance that she had first seen on the saturday, subtitled silver screen.   But here was that exotic dream here in the flesh  

 place not too far away but one that she had only 

And what she desired was him, from the first moment that he set his smile and blue eyes down upon her and with an English accent spoke,  "Hola niña., Te ves encantadora"